Wednesday, April 18, 2012

Old habits die hard

   I've hardly eaten a meal at home, undisturbed, in 15 years. And although Gyp hasn't eaten for days, she still moves in, puts her paws up on my leg and sticks her face an inch from mine.
She's the reason my dogs don't get table scraps--I learned my lesson long ago, after creating this monster! She often used to jump on my lap and wave her paw wildly, trying to knock the food off my fork as it neared my mouth.
What a good, bad kitty!